Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 207

Daniel didn’t make the decision himself—he left it to Nora.

Nora didn’t argue. She simply laid down her condition: if Samuel wanted to stay, she would take her grandmother’s ashes with her.

Jordan agreed.

Trading a box of ashes for her son’s return—it was an easy choice, no matter how you looked at it.

After the funeral, Daniel drove Nora back to North Manor. He planned to take care of the mountain of work waiting for him before escorting her grandmother’s ashes to Millbrook himself.

But Nora couldn’t wait another minute. She called Louis and, by that very afternoon, had arranged for a car and set off for Millbrook.

Louis brought Payne along.

By the time Daniel found out, Nora had already been gone half an hour.

He stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows for a long time.

He knew Nora’s heart had moved on from him.

But letting go wasn’t something he could do.

“Have someone follow her—make sure she doesn’t notice,” Daniel instructed.

Will replied at once, “Already taken care of.”

Daniel shook his head. “Forget it. Get the car. I’ll go myself.”

He would bring her back himself.

The house in Millbrook was still there. According to her grandmother’s will, it now belonged to Nora.

Stepping into the familiar home, Nora felt a sharp ache in her chest. She’d never imagined that in just a few months, everything could change so completely.

She broke down, sobbing until there was nothing left inside her.

When she finally composed herself, she took her grandmother’s ashes to the cemetery outside town and laid her to rest.

Her grandmother had chosen her own plot years ago, right beside Aurora.

Louis stared at the young woman’s face etched on the gravestone, his mind a blank.

But his chest felt tight, almost suffocating.

His memories were gone, but not the feeling. Deep down, he knew—a person he had loved deeply lived somewhere in those lost years.

He made Payne kneel and bow.

Next to Aurora’s stone was the grave of Ms. Winters, the florist.

Three years had passed. Nora hoped Louis could take this photo home at last.

“Mentor hated having her picture taken, so this is the only one,” Nora said softly, her voice sad.

That was why there was no photo on the gravestone.

“She was my aunt. Susan Winters. She cut herself off from the family years ago to pursue perfumery,” Louis said, his eyes misting over as he recalled the past.

He and his aunt had always been the black sheep of the Winters family.

He’d become a lawyer, but at least he still kept some contact with his relatives.

Susan had vanished completely—no word for over twenty years.

“Nora, thank you.” Louis’s voice was thick with gratitude and grief.

This photo was a rare treasure.

He would bring it home as a memory, a keepsake.

Tears blurred Nora’s vision as she whispered, “When I ran away from the orphanage, I survived on the streets nearly a month before Aurora found me. She brought me home—Grandma made me the most wonderful food, and mentor bathed me, washed my hair.”

“Later, when mentor saw I had a knack for perfumery, she took me on as her apprentice, and I studied alongside Aurora.”